Robert Vickers - Her lover son

She groaned, but the gag prevented the slightest sound from escaping her lips. Harold began to beat her. Methodically and thoroughly, he continued to swing the belt and land it on her body. She was soon covered with a checkerboard of red welts from the belt.

"How's it feel to suffer, bitch? This is nothing compared to what you've made me feel!"

Harold went to a wooden chair and picked it up. He raised it over his head and, for a horrifying second, Joleen thought he meant to smash it into her. Instead, he broke the chair against the dresser. He picked up two of the broken rungs from the legs and brought them over to the bed and the bound woman.

Harold coldly informed the bound Joleen, "I don't think I got those bindings tight enough. You don't look like you are enjoying them at all!" Harold took one of the pieces of wood and slowly looped one of the ties binding Joleen's legs around the rung. He began to spin the wood and tighten the bond. He repeated the action on the tie on Joleen's other ankle.

Harold pulled so tight that his wife's joints began to pop and crack. She silently screamed her agony into the gag in her mouth. It was like being drawn and quartered.

Seeing her ass lift off the bed and hang suspended in the air due to the incredible tension of his crude torture rack, Harold declared, "Now I can really begin to punish you!"

He brought the belt down again and again on her white body. The once flawless expanse of her skin now was criss-crossed with ugly red welts and the beginnings of blood blisters. Once, Joleen passed out from the pain. A pitcher of icy water revived her to more pain. When her husband began beating her cunt with the broad black leather belt, Joleen thought she was going to die.

Harold stopped to rest. He looked at the battered body of his wife stretched out over the bed. He said, his voice coming in harsh, panting tones, "I never thought you'd do a thing like this to me. I've given you everything. And how do you repay me? You find some hood and let him fuck you. You probably begged him to fuck you! You're nothing but a Goddamn whore!"

Joleen thought that Harold didn't know the half of the situation. Yes, she'd begged Willie for his cock. Yes, she'd begged him to fuck her. She'd done everything to seduce the man. And why the hell not? Harold was never around. And she was seeing a new side of her husband that hadn't been revealed to her before.

Joleen hoped that Harold Jensen would burn in hell for what he was doing to her!

"Your slimy hole probably drew him like garbage does flies. Here's something for your filthy cunt!"

Harold rammed a leg from the chair into Joleen's snatch. Drawn and stretched as she was on the bed, her cunt was tightly compressed. The pain of the varnished wood along her unlubricated cunt made her pass out again.

When she regained consciousness, Harold was beating her with the belt with renewed urgency. There wasn't a single square inch of her body that wasn't marked. When he brought the belt down across her tits, she tried to scream. When she saw that her muffled moans were only egging him on, she vowed to remain as silent as she could possibly be.

The pain was excruciating in her shoulders and hips from where he had tightened the ties binding her. She silently wished for one of them to break, but the material was too tough. Joleen would have to endure the torture awhile longer.

She'd try to take whatever he did to her in complete silence.

Harold soon changed when he saw the more placid attitude his wife was trying to maintain. He became furious. He brutally twisted the chair leg he had crammed up her cunt. Joleen bit down on the handkerchief in her mouth. She almost choked but did not utter a single sound.

Harold's wrath grew. "I'm going to show you what it's like to have a real man fuck you! I'm going to fuck you until you'll wish you could beg me to stop! But I won't! I'll keep fucking your foul, stinking cunt until I feel like stopping!"

He stripped off his bloodied shirt and tossed it aside. His trousers followed. Joleen saw that her husband had a hard-on. She didn't have to be a mind reader to guess that his cock had been stiff since the start of this painful episode with her. He apparently got off in a big way on sadism.

If Joleen could have had any wish in the world, she'd have wished for that big gun of Willie's. He had said it held fourteen shots. She would have enjoyed putting each and every round into Harold's bloated belly. She would have laughed as he quivered and kicked out his death agonies.

It would have been fitting punishment for what he was doing to her.

But she knew that she wouldn't get the chance and resigned herself to her fate. Harold stood over her on the bed. His prick danced in front of his body. He held it like a knife as he dropped to his knees and savagely gabbed at her cunt.

"This is what you wanted from him, isn't it?"

Harold squeezed down powerfully on Joleen's snatch to indicate what he meant, as if she didn't already know. She tried to keep from gasping, but she failed. He had her by the most sensitive part of her body. And the bastard knew it!

"I've decided to let you enjoy this for a while." Harold bent forward and guided his cock into Joleen's cunt. With a mighty surge of his hips, Harold rocketed forward.

His cock zinged up the woman's ungreased cunt. She felt as if he were tearing her apart as her inner tissues tried to stop the huge invader. Harold laughed cruelly, then began to really fuck her dry cunt. Each time he thrust into her it was excruciatingly painful for Joleen.

In spite of herself, Joleen felt her cunt begin to flow. The cunt juices soon gushed out to protect her. In some way she didn't even begin to understand, she wanted Harold to fuck her. But not like this. She didn't want to betray her need for cock in such an obvious and blatant way.

And yet she did. Harold noticed her flowing cunt instantly.

"Damn! You are one hell of a slut!"

He began to fuck her with wild abandon. His prick seared along her cunt and made her writhe with the sensations battering at her mind. Her entire body was a giant raw nerve end, and now Harold was starting to really fuck her. Joleen thought she would lose her mind from the intense pain – and pleasure – that seeped through her body.

She tried to forget all the pain from the welts on her body. Joleen's universe was filled with a red haze of agony, but there was a way she could get even with Harold.

If she enjoyed the punishment he was inflicting on her body, enjoy the living hell out of it, he might stop. It was apparent his goal was to hurt her. He wanted to humiliate her in the worst way possible. Robbed of that pleasure, he'd quit.

Joleen continued to moan. But she concentrated on the pleasure of Harold's puny cock inside her cunt. Her pussy was now well oiled in self-defense against his inconsiderate fucking. The woman tried to imagine it was Willie fucking her; that Harold didn't even exist in her world of pleasure.

Harold mumbled, "You're a real pig!"

He continued to fuck her cunt with slow, deliberate strokes, hoping to intensify the pain in her body. Harold thought that anyone so mistreated wduld have to hurt if they were beaten, had a chair leg shoved up their cunt, and were then fucked.

Joleen's determination prevented him from realizing his goal. He felt his cock begin to burn. His balls slapped mercilessly into her ass with every stroke. He felt the internal pressure building in his body. And Joleen only moaned in contentment.

Furious, Harold pistoned in and out of the woman's cunt with violent force. He fucked her with all the pent-up emotion he felt. She had cheated on him. He wanted to discipline her. He rammed his prick into her cunt as hard and deep as he could.

Still, his wife seemed to enjoy it. Her hips began to wiggle a bit; she seemed to be asking for more.